A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Other poetry

The Pain Inside

I saw the stars that shine

When I looked into your eyes.

I felt the pain inside

MOHABBAT EK EHSAS

कोई दीवाना कहता है, कोई पागल समझता है !

He'll Never Know

I want to run, I want to hide

From all the pain he caused inside.

I want to screa

MAN SE SWIKAR

एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )

hum dono hamesha dost rahenge

हर सुख दुःख में, साथ साथ जीया करते थे।<

The Life....

 

Life is curved

in the shape of a flower,

a curved trajectory

Looking For Eternal Love

I start my journey on having faith

That someday I'll find my day

I know this day

No Othe Friend

No other friend is quite like you.

No other friend could do exactly what you do.

mere pyaar me kami kya thi

Meri pyar mein kami kuch bhi na thi,

na jaane kyun tu begaana ho gaya.

tujhe lagt

tujhko chhuna chahu me

तुमको छुले जो हवा उसे छूना चाहूँ मैं,